My dad's company went on strike that year. During his time off he and my grandpa built us a picnic shelter out by the garden. My grandparents had one at their house. I can still remember all the wonderful picnics they had in it. Soda on ice in the big orange pail. Shuffle board on the drive-way. Grandma's ginger cream cookies.
26 years later...
..that little shelter house is still one of my favorite places to go. We spend time out there all year round. It's the heart of the garden.
Jars of light.
The trees have grown since then. So have the memories. Neighborhood corn roasts, pumpkin parties, apple butter marathon, birthdays, holidays, good days, bad days... ordinary days. No one wants to be the last to go in.
Nothing helps sort plans, revive memories, soothe a bad day, ignite dreams, warm your heart on a cold one - better than a campfire.
Had one this afternoon for a bit, just because....